One traced the line of Su Mu's neck, fingers dipping beneath the collar of her top, sending shivers down her skin.
The other slid around Su Mu's side, her palm pressing flat against Su Mu's ribs, then moving upwards, her thumb brushing tantalizingly close to the underside of Su Mu's breast, right where the edge of the hidden bustier lay.
Su Mu gasped into the kiss, arching slightly into the touch.
"Missy," Xu'er murmured against her lips, her breath warm and sweet with wine. "You make it very hard to think about moving."
"Good," Su Mu breathed back, her lips brushing Xu'er's with each word.
"Don't think. Just feel." She kissed her again, deeply, pouring all her longing, all her burgeoning affection into it.
She explored the curve of Xu'er's ear with her lips, then trailed soft kisses down her neck, inhaling Xu'er's unique scent.
A mix of her perfume and her own natural musk, a fragrance that was quickly becoming Su Mu's favorite.
